You provided the inspiration: You provided the inspiration and the example that makes this poem possible, and that gives it whatever energy it requires to work. I am grateful for all you contribute to postpoems and its community.
It brings memories of the: It brings memories of the pupil's years of tutelage and apprenticeship. It went against the grain for a short time but also instilled a respect and growing love and familiarity with the traditional forms, and their validly being among a wider range of literary expression. Thanks most kindly, Patricia.
Although I'm currently: Although I'm currently wandering in a formless style, I still appreciate my first love: classic and formal verse. Very clever, how you demonstrated your point with melodic grace. Enjoying the videos as well!
I wish I had time to read more.You have too much talent, my friend.
I'm deeply troubled by your: I'm deeply troubled by your discomfort, yet amazed that you continue to bring so much positive energy and ravishing poetry to this site in spite of it. My prayers go out to you in your time of distress.
Your illuminating comments remain a lifeline to my slowly emerging collection. Sometimes I have no motivation to write, but persuasive feedback like this reminds me that poetry is a calling as vital as any other.
Thank you kindly for enabling my writing habit. God bless you always and in all ways.
Delicate thunder. How you: Delicate thunder. How you distilled Infinity to the essence of Now and illustrated our microscopic yet vast place in the order of things is astonishing. This gleaming pebble of Truth applies to you and several others I can think of as well.
My deepest and most humble gratitude for this breathtaking recognition.
Stunned. I could have sworn: Stunned. I could have sworn you were channeling the master himself in this very Aickmanesque and very absorbing mini thriller. You crept into his brazenly perilous territory, using the second person POV to put us right on stage with the terror, and then you let it rip.
Fantastic!
I loved every twisted, pulsing, slithering, white-knuckle moment and the ultimate shiver—the suggestion of everything unthinkable: "if, by then, you still have a mind left at all"
Thank you kindly for the acknowledgement. I'm honored and pleased that you took my encouragement and ran with it.
Sometimes the only saving: Sometimes the only saving grace is that "one star-crazed glint of memory upon the endless script of night."
And perhaps that is the worth of "centuries of joy distilled" in that
singular moment that glints when its summoning calls such as at this time.
Superb expression of sorrow.
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